'canaled', cheesed and charmed in Holland

Wonder what the Dutch connection is, but I keep going back to Amsterdam through my adolescence and corporate avatars over and over again, and yet I never get enough of the place..It is everything I love and adore bundled into a tiny little country – the cheese, the canals, the countryside, the cows and all the charm that a country can whip up..

This trip offered me a week of work interspersed with laughter, the warmth of the Dutch sun and the gaiety of the  European to-be summer! The days were beautifully bright, lovingly long and my dinners and late ‘night’ walks were strangely bright sunny times and I needed to wear my sunglasses late into the night (errr can you call it a night when the sun shines bright?)…

The city was my ‘go-to-place’ after work to unwind, to maze through the myriad lanes where canals, curio shops and the air of ease and energy egged me on until my legs howled for help , but my heart refused to relent and I kept admiring and exploring into the 'night sun'! I immersed into art and history at the Rembrandt house (one of the many fine houses in the city),  satiated my cravings for cheese, Stroopwafels, fries and the calory rich delicacies that entice you at every corner of the city and dug deep into my pockets striking deals at a vintage market and admiring and taking in the symmetry and class of the Amsterdam houses …

Switching from the city to the countryside, I took a bus ride to the quaint villages of Edam famous for its cheese and charming neighbourhood, to Volendam where the pier winds into cute shops, yet another string of awe-inspiring houses and a few quiet dinners in the silence and symmetry of Dutch pastures and the solitary church!

Holland and its city and countryside offers a democractic something for everyone – whether you are seeking the quiet of pastures and waterways, or culture, history and art flowing through the museums, or the decadence of cheese, waffles and more or just the pleasure of bargaining at a vintage market for Dutch blue knick-knacks and clogs- you can have it all in this little place!

I was not willing to choose one over the other and finally the greed of taking it all in took the better of me as I overdid the eat, explore and repeat routine, was left overdozed with jealousy for the picture perfect houses and my mind turned into a warehouse of colours, the sounds of the cycle trings and the pretty sights…

A few more dinners and walks by the city canals and a few evenings of unwinding into a coffee and observing the Dutch as they cycled and 'lived’ every moment…the little dread of departure arrived and stung me hard, and the jealousy for the beauty and time that Dutch seem to have aplenty even harder.. so the sojourn ended on a sweet note as I tried the melting Stroopwafel with coffee routine one last time before returning home a little more ‘present’ and of course a little more chubbier (thanks to all the cheese)!

 

This summer of hot, heat, warmth and a Kochi trip

There is a different summer that emerges when you are not scrambling for visa appointments, googling ‘a thousand places to visit in a day’ and ticking and crossing packing lists that start a winter earlier!It's a summer where the weather, social calendar, and mood (swings) determine your itinerary.

The spoilt 'bratish' heat of Kerala was as spoilt as spoilt could be..relentless and sometimes cruel in its onslaught but yet we summered and vacationed a small trip...a ‘lets go to Fort Kochi’ mumble was heard somewhere and before we know it, we were on our way to Fort Kochi – agenda-less, expectation-less and hearts full of abandon – to just let the old town ‘surprise’ us and carry us into the floaty tales of the Arabian sea..

But to get to this ‘queen of Arabian sea’ as it is called, you have to navigate through the ‘other Kochi’ - the one that tries to boast of IT parks, multi cuisine restaurants, gigantic malls – trying to be yet another ‘booming metro’ where all the city vices greet you- a choc-a-bloc of upcoming apartments, traffic snarls, barricades & metro works..But once you cross the bridge, the streets are narrower, the vehicles limited, the people no longer ‘hurried’, and that’s when you know you have arrived at Fort Kochi..

I was smitten and scorched by the experience that awaited..a rainbow of colourful mansions, churches, synagogues, tiny shops that try to commercialize Kochi’s history into fancy cafes, stay options and a variety of knick knacks that are priced and catered to the European explorers who still visit the shores of Kochi for the spices, sun and culture.. Fort Kochi uncorks an abundance of history, influences - you can witness the streets, churches and architecture sometimes whispering Dutch conquests and sometimes of Portuguese explorers .. the old ‘Bazaar’ street buzzing with tiny establishments that stand as a proud testimony of the spice merchants and the trade routes with Arab and Chinese lands.. the Pardesi Synagogue a reminiscence of the huge Jewish settlement that dwindled over the years..

I must say that even as a Keralite I was totally lost in the vibrant haven.. photo-opps at every corner of the streets, cafés transforming me into a sloth and what could be better than a ‘water metro’ that you can hop on/off coupled with dolphin-spotting in the sparkling sea ……And so I learnt my own history, touristing in my own state and forgetting that I am one amongst them.

And as I sipped my last coffee and slowly wove out of the old town - a few farewell tears of rain slowly tricked down and there she sat..the queen of the Arabian sea.. telling tales of the past, distant from the modern IT park urban jungle that is growing a few metres away, showing us artifacts of the past – the Chinese nets, the Jewish crochet works, the Kippah….like she has nothing to do with the urbanization exploding in the Cochi central district.. but the screaming honks of city traffic brought me back to the urban reality called Kochi that is young, throbbing and waiting to explode into the global scene.

And the summer slowly started slipping through my fingers… packing, unpacking, buses, trains, drives…a festival here, a wedding there,  a burst of people …and then came the lull of just being home…home to the mangoes, to tulsi teas and chats that dissolve into the twilight of amma’s porch..

 

Let me be

A woman of butterfly dreams
Fluttering in a thousand shades and prints

A woman of childish whims and fantasies
Invigorating and ebbing like ocean tides

A woman of shea butter self-love
Waxing the milky vanity and goodness

A woman of firefly fury
Burning injustice and blasting irrational expectations

A woman of ghoulish solitude

Silencing howls of societal jackals

A woman of “mundaned” nothingness
Couch 'potatoing' to pulp and gluttoning indulgence

A woman of parachuting explorations
Leaving behind strings and landing into unknowns

Let me be
Break out or shut down the emotional drama
Scream or silence the bedraggled thoughts
Carve out of accumulate the resentments
Smile or drown in the tears of self-pity

I choose the verb, the noun and the adjective
I choose to be
One heartbeat here, one 'womanday' there